Guitar

R: If I could play guitar, then I'll play it,

But I can't so I'll just sing it, sing it

I wrote S-O-R-R-Y,

I'm tellin you that,

And I don't know why,

Maybe because I was sky-high,

And thinking to much about my life.

So I turned off the light,

And I tried to rap,

But only bullshyt left my mind,

And most of the time I was fine,

But you're windin me up while I'm hard on my grime.

When were you born? 1985

Why didn't you finish school? Because I skied.

Step back, get back,

Comment on my face yeh,

I'm just tryin to live my life.

R:

I feel a little tired,

I feel like cryin,

I feel like lyin,

I feel like not tryin to do

What I was supposed to do today.

(Fuk)

A couple of interviews,

A photo shoot,

A show to do,

Promote new tunes.

Oh I hate it when I feel this way,

Oh why do I feel this way?

Tell me...

Yesterday was a different story,

High and mighty,

Feeling glory.

Shut down time square,

Know that you saw me.

Felt enormus, like twenty stories.

R:

Today of all days,

You try to rush me.

Hush puppy, let me do my thing,

I'm not your puppet on a string brov...

(Really?)

Now don't get me on,

You silly little punk.

Expect me to walk,

Cause I'm not gonna run.

I wish life was as easy as playing the guitar,

Ya just pick it up and ya strum.

(Eeeh, maybe not)

R: